We’re in Denver. We stayed at our friend Vlad’s apartment last night. Andy played hockey with all his old Denver friends, and I worked out in the sad little apartment complex fitness center and watched the two worst movies in the world, but enjoyed them thoroughly.

I don’t mean to diss the workout room but aparently along with a water snob and a hair snob, I have now become a gym snob. Hopefully I can curtail the trend and not end up in LA with fake boobs and a little dog that I carry in my Gucci handbag. But, maybe I do want to continue the trend. Since I don’t have the cash for the boobs or Gucci, maybe I’ll just stuff some socks down my shirt and lug murphy around in a red wagon with the Gucci logo painted on it.

We’re going shopping today. Andy’s playing hockey later, and I am going to repeat the bad movie/workout routine and maybe join them for a drink later. We will be on the road late tonight, drive for a few hours and sleep in the van.